Conference for Galactic Equality/ FT Nations Only

[Odinburgh]

Conference For Galactic Equality

Location of Conference: Gordaneon (Neutral Planet World)
Place: Gorgirgan Intergalactic Cultural Centre
Planet Host Leader: King J'taregor
Conference Host President: Jon Hasteinson, IGF Delagate

This is the first Conference For Galactic Equality for the Galactic Equality Coalition.

(Conference location information box subject to change every 3 months)

This is a IGF Region co-sponsored event from the G.E.C organization that talks about issues concerning combating piracy, interstellar trade, weapons control, and cultural exchanges. All FT Nations are welcome to attend. Please check and disengage all weapons upon entry at the Conference Location. Security is provided by the Gorgirgans. It is allowed that nations may bring their own security no more than 12 security personnel.

To become a member of Galactic Equality Coalition to be part of the Conference For Galactic Equality RP please sign-up here Galactic Equality Coalition Membership Sign-Up. We do accept sit-in guests if you aren't sure if your nation wants to sign up to become a member or your region to become a sponsored partner of this organization. Till then guests are welcome also none the less here.

IC Note: This is more than just a simple Conference role played and other events will occur here also. Occurrence of events elsewhere is what drive events like this conference to occur for a purpose. That is why this in the International Incidents area of NS so it doesn't become all boring being just restricted to the conference only but also other events connected that happen around it and the business operations of the Galactic Equality Coalition. War and skirmishes are allowed. As to superweapons it is allowed depending on what the superweapon is. Any other questions you can just telegram Odinburgh.

[Oogium]

Gordaneon Orbit
Battlecruiser IOS Invincible



Ambassador Rstar Ygdalkt sat coolly in his seat while Captain Kltar'kl directed the 3-kilometer long vessel over the Gorgirgan Cultural Centre so that his dropship could set down. A young Naval lieutenant came on to the bridge and bowed. "Sir. Time to go."
Rstar stood, nodding. "Thank you, lieutenant." The soldier led him off the ship's expansive bridge, to the trolley that would transport them to the hangars. The Ambassador stepped in, feeling a bit silly in his nice clothes, and the trolley went whizzing down the tunnel, streaks of light blurring by outside. Within twenty seconds the little string of podcars slows, and the doors hiss open onto a large, sleek metal platform. The lieutenant leads Rstar through a short passageway, into an elevator, and then into another passage, and suddenly the Invincible's foremost starboard hangar bay opens up before him, a hive of activity as usual.

It boggles Rstar's mind how the lieutenant can so unerringly navigate the ship's monstrous size. There are five trolleys, with dozens of stops, hundreds of passages worming through the ship, dozens of elevators that reach every deck. The Ambassador has gotten lost several times on this voyage, to his chagrin, and still cannot, like most crew members, tell you directions from the bridge to the forward plasma ray.

He shakes the thought from his head as a Quetzal bomber's engine shrieks over the din of the intercom, conversations, and marching feet. There is a nasty crack, the engine cuts out, and he hears shouts. Then a welder starts up. He sighs as Lieutenant Wstdr'it shows him to his dropship, a menacing Cyclone, fitted out with a few decorations and very nice seating on the top deck. Most Oogish ambassadors don't get their own personal dropships and guard unit.

There are, Rstar reflects, benefits to having worked so hard. Now he is head of the Diplomatic Corps, extremely important, rather wealthy, and has a dropship and personal guards, all Augments. Wstdr'it leaves, and a towering Augment engages the gravity lift, dragging the Ambassador up. He sits down, and the plasma windows engage as the Cyclone's engines hum. The dropship hovers like a gigantic indigo wasp before slowly gliding out of the hangar, leaving only the thin plasma windows between Rstar and space. After a moment, the pilot accelerates, sending the craft off like a startled fish.

Rstar decides to time the descent. In 47 seconds, they reach the upper atmosphere. It takes about two minutes to descend down to 5,000 feet, and then they cruise at Mach 5 for about two minutes, slowing to only 200 mph as they spot the Cultural Centre. The pilot sends a transmission.

"This is the Oogish party, requesting clearance to land."

Rstar, meanwhile, browses through his notes on his holopad, hoping to avert what may turn into a full-fledged war, and perhaps some of the more mundane things as well.

[Odinburgh]

Jon Hasteinson the host president of Conference for Galactic Equality enters the room setting up the chairs and waiting for Galactic Equality Coalition members to arrive. He represents the Intergalactic Federacy region and hails from the Galactic Federation of Odinburgh. Quite a few members have join the new organization and looking forward to get this meeting underway. There have been rumbling of dangers in the galaxy and hopes the new found organization the Galactic Equality Coalition will be set new hopes to a new prosperous universe to meet the challenges that are out there. This conference in the hopes of Jon Hasteinson that this kicks off with a great start. Security will be tight but can't dismiss any form of disruption if its nature of war or terrorism. On the neutral world of Gordaneon, home of the Gorgirgans, was selected because of recent voyages to this world by the Galactic Odinburgh Starfleet and early strong relations. It seeks join as a planetary state in the Galactic Federation of Odinburgh which is in debate in the Odinburgh Galactic Senate and Jon Hasteinson selected this location to showcase its wonderful cultural.

"I believe everything is set.", Jon Hasteinson replied, as he overlooked across the whole room. "Just hope visitors arrive now."

Jon Hasteinson walks to the doorway entrance of Gorgirgan Intergalactic Cultural Centre to station himself as he awaits for members of Galactic Equality Coalition and guests to arrive.

[Odinburgh]

Gordaneon Orbit
Battlecruiser IOS Invincible



Ambassador Rstar Ygdalkt sat coolly in his seat while Captain Kltar'kl directed the 3-kilometer long vessel over the Gorgirgan Cultural Centre so that his dropship could set down. A young Naval lieutenant came on to the bridge and bowed. "Sir. Time to go."
Rstar stood, nodding. "Thank you, lieutenant." The soldier led him off the ship's expansive bridge, to the trolley that would transport them to the hangars. The Ambassador stepped in, feeling a bit silly in his nice clothes, and the trolley went whizzing down the tunnel, streaks of light blurring by outside. Within twenty seconds the little string of podcars slows, and the doors hiss open onto a large, sleek metal platform. The lieutenant leads Rstar through a short passageway, into an elevator, and then into another passage, and suddenly the Invincible's foremost starboard hangar bay opens up before him, a hive of activity as usual.

It boggles Rstar's mind how the lieutenant can so unerringly navigate the ship's monstrous size. There are five trolleys, with dozens of stops, hundreds of passages worming through the ship, dozens of elevators that reach every deck. The Ambassador has gotten lost several times on this voyage, to his chagrin, and still cannot, like most crew members, tell you directions from the bridge to the forward plasma ray.

He shakes the thought from his head as a Quetzal bomber's engine shrieks over the din of the intercom, conversations, and marching feet. There is a nasty crack, the engine cuts out, and he hears shouts. Then a welder starts up. He sighs as Lieutenant Wstdr'it shows him to his dropship, a menacing Cyclone, fitted out with a few decorations and very nice seating on the top deck. Most Oogish ambassadors don't get their own personal dropships and guard unit.

There are, Rstar reflects, benefits to having worked so hard. Now he is head of the Diplomatic Corps, extremely important, rather wealthy, and has a dropship and personal guards, all Augments. Wstdr'it leaves, and a towering Augment engages the gravity lift, dragging the Ambassador up. He sits down, and the plasma windows engage as the Cyclone's engines hum. The dropship hovers like a gigantic indigo wasp before slowly gliding out of the hangar, leaving only the thin plasma windows between Rstar and space. After a moment, the pilot accelerates, sending the craft off like a startled fish.

Rstar decides to time the descent. In 47 seconds, they reach the upper atmosphere. It takes about two minutes to descend down to 5,000 feet, and then they cruise at Mach 5 for about two minutes, slowing to only 200 mph as they spot the Cultural Centre. The pilot sends a transmission.

"This is the Oogish party, requesting clearance to land."

Rstar, meanwhile, browses through his notes on his holopad, hoping to avert what may turn into a full-fledged war, and perhaps some of the more mundane things as well.

Gordaneon Control Tower

"Oogish party you have permission to land. Go to landing pad 122."

[Creataris]

High in orbit of Gordaneon the Creatarisian leviatiathon "Creataris 1" slid out of phase space and came to a complete stop as Honorable councilman John Campbell Sr leader of the Campbell clan which deals with foreign relations as he was being escorted by 12 of his clans finest guards through the cavernous maze of corridors towards the hanger. As the group entered the hanger they were forced to avoid crewmen and loading vehicles as they went about their assigned duties. As they approached his ship the clan head once again fondly remembered the fact that he would be traveling down without the 'luxuries' that he so detested as like the other 3 great clan heads hated being given the luxuries that his people had to do without.

The small ship carefully meanders out of the ventral hanger and proceeds towards the planets surface. 2 hours later they spot the cultural centre and the Oogish dropship landing. "Control tower this is the Creatarisian delegation requesting clearance to land over" sends the pilot before turning on the intercom "attention crew prepare for landing".

The ambassadors ship, the one used doesn't have the weapons or the scorch marks

the deck plan

[Odinburgh]

High in orbit of Gordaneon the Creatarisian leviatiathon "Creataris 1" slid out of phase space and came to a complete stop as Honorable councilman John Campbell Sr leader of the Campbell clan which deals with foreign relations as he was being escorted by 12 of his clans finest guards through the cavernous maze of corridors towards the hanger. As the group entered the hanger they were forced to avoid crewmen and loading vehicles as they went about their assigned duties. As they approached his ship the clan head once again fondly remembered the fact that he would be traveling down without the 'luxuries' that he so detested as like the other 3 great clan heads hated being given the luxuries that his people had to do without.

The small ship carefully meanders out of the ventral hanger and proceeds towards the planets surface. 2 hours later they spot the cultural centre and the Oogish dropship landing. "Control tower this is the Creatarisian delegation requesting clearance to land over" sends the pilot before turning on the intercom "attention crew prepare for landing".

The ambassadors ship, the one used doesn't have the weapons or the scorch marks
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the deck plan
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Gordaneon Control Tower

The control tower chief quickly moved as another requested landing. It was the Creatarisian delegation that was arriving. Quickly immobilizing to accept the reply, "request is granted and proceed to Pad 44B. Welcome to Gordaneon."


The sirens began to ring across the Gordaneon Capital where the conference was taking place. Security began to search across the city as they were given without warning. Nothing seemed to be discovered as why the sirens went off. King J'taregor of Gordaneon quickly reassured the citizens and those attending the conference that there was no threat being detected as well also Jon Hasteinson the IGF Delagate from the Galactic Federation of Odinburgh.

[Creataris]

"Copy that control" responded the pilot before turning on the intercom "all crew begin landing procedures, be aware that we're picking up sirens on the surface but have been informed that it's nothing to be concerned about". The ambassador stood in the cargo hold surrounded by his 12 guards whilst waiting for the ramp to lower and for him to be able to get out.

[Odinburgh]

Jon Hasteinson heard the all clear that sirens were not sounding anymore. Whatever it was it must have been nothing. The security was tight around the first ever Galactic Equality Conference. Its these kinds of events which why the Galactic Equality Coalition was founded to address concerns like this and to meet nations that believe in the purpose of good galactic equality across the galaxy. Like all planets in the galaxy there are always criminal undergrounds which Gordaneon was known to have which the activity was strongly combated on Gordaneon. However they were not ever known to be threat as they were severely weakened but still relativity active as some suspicions have been speculated they may have slipped into darker shadows of the universe reorganizing themselves and piracy rate against starships slowly ticking up in minor areas of the galaxy in recent decades. Nothing much to be greatly concerned about but still common problem none the less.

[Inuyashina]

Empress Rebecca I was en route to the conference aboard her flagship the Chi Chou. She had decided to leave her children with her parents while she was gone. Kenzo was in charge and Hansuke had decided to occupy her as well. The crew was keeping an eye out for Emperor Michael I's ship. The girls were talking in her room about the upcoming conference.

[Romantica]

Queen Dupre's ship USS Versailles came along side and joined the Chi Chou. This conference would be beneficial for all involved. She couldn't wait.

[Heredas of Mary]

Hovering over the planet where the conference was being held, Popess Maria XV's ship HPMS Camillius pulled into the gravitational field.

Dyna - "This is the HPMS Camillius from Heredas of Mary requesting permission to dock for the conference."

[Holy Trek]

With Enterprise-A at a spacedock undergoing an upgrade to its weapons systems and sensor network, Michael I has elected to travel to the Conference aboard the Defiant-class ISS Alabama. His crew, partially from Enterprise-A and partially recruits Michael I handpicked, carry out their duties as he sits imperiously in the center chair.

[Inuyashina]

HRMS Chi Chou

PA announcement - "Empress Rebecca to the bridge, the emperor's ship has entered visual range."

That alert was all she needed to hear. She bolted from her seat and made her way toward the bridge, with Hansuke close behind her. As they entered the bridge, the viewscreen showed.....a different ship.

Rebecca I - "Thought you said the emperor's ship had caught up with us?"

Hansuke - "Looks like a different ship..one of them Defiants Holy Trek has."

Rebecca I - "And the name........ISS Alabama...that would be my husband after all."

Hansuke - "How can you tell?"

Rebecca I *smiling* - "I know my husband. Helm, slow us down, let Alabama come up alongside."

She took her seat in the center chair, with that smile still on her face.

[Creataris]

As the ambassador descended the ramp he decided that now would be a good time to ask the pilot "did you remember to alert my aides" knowing that they had forgotten. The pilots eyes widened in recognition as he immediately began to prepare the ship for take off "Control we're going to have to quickly return to our ship and then come back down, we can't wait for takeoff permission either" transmitted the pilot as the ship rose above the conference centre quickly accelerating to break free from the atmosphere. "Creataris 1 please have the ambassadors aides waiting in hanger bay 2 or else we'll all be in trouble" transmits the pilot as the shuttle continues to rocket up through the atmosphere.

OOC: if you want to see what the ambassadors shuttle looks like it's in the spoiler tab of an earlier post.

[Odinburgh]

Gordaneon Control continued to communicate as more were asking to land. More members were expected to arrive at the meeting.

"HPMS Camillius you have permission to land and at Padd 145. Welcome to Gordaneon."



Terrorist Attack in the Kiraje entertainment district

On the outskirts of the Gordaneon capital of Kiraje a bomb went off at intersection of roadway in the entertainment district. It is unknown of how may were killed since the incident just occurred. The mark of Septimus Severous was thought to be seen nearby at another location of some man that was killed in a back alley. Septimus Severous was a known criminal but locked away this whole time and no reports of any breakouts at any prisions. The Gordaneon government immediately turned to collaborate resources with the Galactic Federation of Odinburgh to hunt down any leads and to alert other governments.

[Heredas of Mary]

Gordaneon Control continued to communicate as more were asking to land. More members were expected to arrive at the meeting.

"HPMS Camillius you have permission to land and at Padd 145. Welcome to Gordaneon."

With a lock on the padd's location, Maria's ship navigated easily to the airport. Inquisitional soldiers were the first to disembark followed by Petra (the Popess's personal bodyguard) and the Popess herself in white and blue robes.

Popess Maria XV
Petra

[United Martains]

The Imperial Carrier, a larger, better equipped version of a Whale Carrier, built especially for the Emperor, was hovering in Gordaneon Airspace. It was a magnificent sight. Admiral Stephen Lopez entered the Throne Room, bowed to the Emperor, walked forward, bowed again, and then spoke.
"Emperor Jason, I recommend you brace yourself, we will be landing shortly."
"Thank you, Admiral, I shall do so."
Ambassador Grith Astok spoke.
"With all due respect, Your Grace, you did not need to come."
"I will come to the first meeting, to show my goodwill. That is my job as emperor."

Excitement was high in the bridge. The one of the RATEL officers contacted in to the landing tower.
"This is the United Martian Imperial Carrier, requesting permission to land."

[Odinburgh]

The Imperial Carrier, a larger, better equipped version of a Whale Carrier, built especially for the Emperor, was hovering in Gordaneon Airspace. It was a magnificent sight. Admiral Stephen Lopez entered the Throne Room, bowed to the Emperor, walked forward, bowed again, and then spoke.
"Emperor Jason, I recommend you brace yourself, we will be landing shortly."
"Thank you, Admiral, I shall do so."
Ambassador Grith Astok spoke.
"With all due respect, Your Grace, you did not need to come."
"I will come to the first meeting, to show my goodwill. That is my job as emperor."

Excitement was high in the bridge. The one of the RATEL officers contacted in to the landing tower.
"This is the United Martian Imperial Carrier, requesting permission to land."

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"United Martian Imperial Carrier you are clear to land and you are to be directed Padd 149. Welcome to Gordaneon."

[United Martains]

"Thank you, Control."

The ship landing was an impressive sight. As the doors opened, out marched the Imperial Procession. At the very front marched 2 Sutherland Knightmares/Frames, the most advanced built to date.
Secondly, there was 1st Special Martian Task Force, a special forces unit made up entirely of Martians. With 4 arms, that meant 4 guns. They were deadly killers.
Then, there was 14th Void Knight Platoon. Void Knights were trained for combat in outer space. They were skintight suits, packed with insulation, body condition sensors, and kevlar chainmail, keeping maximum protection and mobility.
And then, there was the Imperial Guard the most advanced fighting force in Sol, and the surrounding systems. They were specially chosen from the Imperial Military, trained to be ruthless killers, and assigned to protect the emperor. In their Red and Green uniform it was a sight to behold. In their center marched the Emperor himself, with Ambassador Grith Astok and Ambassador Antonio Karter behind him.
At the very back trailed 2 more Sutherlands.

As the force marched toward the city center, citizens stopped and stared at the impressive sight. The discipline of these soldiers was unmatched. Nobody was getting to the Emperor.

[Nyte]

Gordaneon Orbit
NSS Venator
Bridge

The NSS Venator - a Stalker Class Cruiser, emerged from warp space with a flash and coasted sedately into Gordaneon orbit. On the ships bridge, Captain Gabriel Sicarus finished signing off on the orders that would approve Sergeant Lucius Drake and his squad of Nytelords for their secondment as the Nyte ambassador’s security force for the duration of the conference. With a final tap of the holographic display, the order was entered into the ships log and the holographic display winked out.

“Communications, hail Gordaneon control and request permission for our Ambassador and his shuttle to land.”

Gordaneon Orbit
Ambassadorial Dropship “Fatum”
Hangar Bay

As Sergeant Drake and his squad made their last minute weapon checks in the rear bay, Nyte’s newly assigned ambassador, General (retired) Victor Constantine went over the information that Nyte’s intelligence service’s had provided about the conference, as well as the other potential conference attendees and their nations. Taking another sip of his amasec, he continued to peruse the files on his holo-pad while waiting for the shuttle to launch.

[Odinburgh]

Gordaneon Orbit
NSS Venator
Bridge

The NSS Venator - a Stalker Class Cruiser, emerged from warp space with a flash and coasted sedately into Gordaneon orbit. On the ships bridge, Captain Gabriel Sicarus finished signing off on the orders that would approve Sergeant Lucius Drake and his squad of Nytelords for their secondment as the Nyte ambassador’s security force for the duration of the conference. With a final tap of the holographic display, the order was entered into the ships log and the holographic display winked out.

“Communications, hail Gordaneon control and request permission for our Ambassador and his shuttle to land.”

Gordaneon Orbit
Ambassadorial Dropship “Fatum”
Hangar Bay

As Sergeant Drake and his squad made their last minute weapon checks in the rear bay, Nyte’s newly assigned ambassador, General (retired) Victor Constantine went over the information that Nyte’s intelligence service’s had provided about the conference, as well as the other potential conference attendees and their nations. Taking another sip of his amasec, he continued to peruse the files on his holo-pad while waiting for the shuttle to launch.

"This is Gordaneon Control. You have permission. Welcome to Gordaneon and enjoy the conference. Please proceed to Padd 152.", Flight Controller Bobski Skinski replied. He looked out the control to see what a massive ship NSS Venator was from orbit.

Bobski thought to himself "Wow these starships get better looking all the time."

[Holy Trek]

Entering Gordaneon Orbit. ISS Alabama

Toran - "We're approaching the Gordaneon system, Majesty."

Michael I smiled, knowing he would be reunited with his wife and at the same time, introducing Holy Trek to a wider universe. He rose from his seat and made his way to the turbolift.

Michael I *entering the lift* - "Inform Gordaneon Control that we've entered orbit and request permission for a shuttle to land. Inform Shuttlebay 1 that I'll be there in ten minutes."

Toran - "Acknowledged, Majesty."

The doors closed as Toran carried out his orders.

---

Ten minutes later

Michael I made his way into the shuttlebay, dressed in a military-style suit, with gold sash across his chest. A flowing red cape hung from his shoulders, and he carried a scepter of gold and silver, with red gemstones embedded. A group of four Panther Guardsmen saluted him as his pilot, Lieutenant jg. Teresa Hopper bowed her head.

Michael I - "You ready?"

Hopper - "Yes, sir."

Michael I - "This your first assignment?"

Hopper - "Yes sir."

Michael I - "I can tell. You look so tense I'm afraid you'll snap like a rubber band. Relax. If it helps, I may be an emperor, but I'm also just a man....a Human being like you, ok?"

Hopper - "Yes sir."

He noted that she visibly tried, and just as visibly failed, to heed his advice. He'd have to talk to her about that some time. Meanwhile, the four Panther Guard took up position around the emperor, as Hopper entered the shuttle first. Michael I and his guard followed. In minutes, the shuttle was clear of Alabama and manuevering into descent position. Michael I noted the sight of so many other ships in parking orbit with wonder.

[Nyte]

Gordaneon Orbit
NSS Venator
Bridge

"This is Gordaneon Control. You have permission. Welcome to Gordaneon and enjoy the conference. Please proceed to Padd 152."

“Copy that Gordaneon Control” the Venator’s comms officer replied. “Venator out.”

“Captain, Gordaneon Control has given landing clearance for the ambassador’s shuttle… Rerouting the coordinates to the shuttle now sir...”

“Excellent” replied Captain Sicarus. Opening a channel to the Fatum, the captain continued. “Dropship Fatum, you have your landing clearance, you may launch when ready. I’ll have Vermillion Squadron launch and escort you down… Just in case any of these others are feeling a bit plucky and decide to take a crack at our ambassador. Good luck, and good hunting.”

Gordaneon Orbit
Ambassadorial Dropship “Fatum”
Hangar Bay

The dropship rocketed out of the Venator’s hangar bay and quickly linked up with Vermillion Squadron. The ten ASF-1 Valkyrie Aerospace Fighter-Bombers took up defensive position around the dropship as they began their meteoric descent into Gordaneon’s atmosphere. In the dropship’s rear bay Private Banning howled like a demon as the ship seemed to be trying to shake apart. In the opposite drop harness, Specialist Winters could be heard snoring over the rattling of the ship around them.

“Stow that shit Banning” Sergeant Drake said as he busied himself with reading up on the conference; his eyes narrowed in concentration as he tried to focus on the vibrating holo-pad clenched in his power armored hand. “I’m trying to read, and your terrified squealing is giving me a fucking migraine.” The rest of the squad chuckled… It was always fun picking on the ‘new guy.’

Soon enough, the dropship stopped shaking and began to level out as it made its approach to padd 152. Firing its retro-thrusters, the shuttle slowed to a hover over padd 152. Lowering its landing gear, the dropship landed with a slight bounce; it’s armored bulk never having been intended for gentle landings. Overhead, Vermillion Squadron roared by in formation and began their ascent back to the Venator having completed their mission…

[Odinburgh]

Gordaneon Control

"This is Gordaneon Control. ISS Alambama you are cleared to land. Please go to Padd 157."



While back at the Gorgirgan Intergalactic Cultural Centre on Gordaneon....

Jon Hasteinson was positioned at the door. He could see out the doorway of starships entering the starport. These were guests that were expecting to arrive. King J'taregor of the Gorgirgan Republic approach Hasteinson from beyond which startled. The Gordaneon King wanted to say something.

"There is something I must say. This conference is important to my subjects. The future of Gordaneon has been looking for a new beacon of hope to find a new direction. The Galactic Federation of Odinburgh I happy to say a good friend. The people of our lovely capital here of Kiraje adore you.", King J'taregor spoke, as he softly gently put his hand on Jon Hasteinson's shoulder.

"Yes Kiraje is a beautiful capital of your republic. I am sure Odinburgh would love to see you become a planetary state in the Galactic Federation of Odinburgh. But you aren't there yet. This conference is just a first step. Just hope everything will go smoothly.", Jon Hasteinson replied, as he looked straight into King J'taregor's eyes.

There was a slight moment of silence between them. King J'taregor was caught when he heard this was just the first step. It perhaps something that Jon Hasteinson was not totally assured of himself of Gordaneon as it showcases off the Gorgirgan Republic to the nation of the galaxy at this conference.

"It will Mister Hasteinson. Gordaneon hasn't seen a great threat toward the Gorgirgan Republic in many centuries. The past is the past. The future is now. Just happy that this is occurring. I am looking to meeting your friends from Holy Trek and the other members from the Galactic Equality Coalition. Well it's best I get back to my seat. Guests are coming.", King J'taregor replied, as finished as departed back to his seat inside the Gorgirgan Intergalactic Cultural Centre.

[Inuyashina]

In Gordaneon orbit

The empress was on her way to the main shuttlebay, as Chi Chou entered orbit. She had the bridge relay the message requesting permission for the shuttle to land, and as she entered the shuttlebay, her own group of guards saluted her.

Rebecca I - "Ready to go?"

Guards - "Yes, Highness!"

Rebecca I - "Then let's go."

They entered the shuttle as the doors began to open. Minutes later, the shuttle lifted up off the pad and began its descent. Rebecca I noted that her husband's shuttle was already entering the atmosphere, on course for the landing pad. I can't wait to see how this conference goes, she thought to herself.